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Blow like sweet roses in the summer air.
Prin. How blow ? how blow ? speak to be un-

derstood.
Boyet. Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud:
Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.

Prin. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do, If they return in their own shapes to woo?

Ros. Good madam, if by me you'll be advis'd, Let's mock them still, as well known, as disguis'd : · Let us complain to them what fools were here, Disguis'd like Muscovites, in shapeless' gear; And wonder what they were; and to what end Their shallow shows, and prologue vilely penn'd, And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Should be presented at our tent to us. Boyet. Ladies, withdraw; the gallants are at

hand. Prin. Whip to our tents, as roes run over land.

[Exeunt Princess, Ros. Kath. and Maria. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain,

in their proper habits. King. Fair sir, God save you! Where is the

princess ? Boyet. Gone to her tent : Please it your majesty, Command me any service to her thither?? King. That she vouchsafe me audience for one

word. Boyet. I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.

(Exit. Biron. This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons

peas; And utters it again when God doth please : He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares At wakes, and wassels,2 meetings, markets, fairs; And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show.

(1) Uncouth. (2) Rustic merry-meetings.

This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve;
Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve :
He can carve too, and lisp: Why, this is he,
That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy ;
This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice,
That when he plays at tables, chides the dice,
In honourable terms! nay, he can sing
A mean? most meanly; and, in ushering,
Mend him who can: the ladies call him, sweet ;
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet:
This is the flower that smiles on every one,
To show his teeth as white as whale's bone:?
And consciences, that will not die in debt,
Pay him the due of honey-tongued Boyet.
King. A blister on his sweet tongue, with my

heart, That put Armado's page out of his part! Enter the Princess, usher'd by Boyet; Rosaline,

Maria, Katharine, and attendants. Biron. See where it comes !-Behaviour, what

wert thou, Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou

now?

King. All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of

day!

VOW :

Prin. Fair, in all hail, is foul, as I conceive. King. Construe my speeches better, if you may. Prin. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. King. We came to visit you; and purpose now

To lead you to our court: vouchsafe it then. Prin. This field shall hold me; and so hold your

Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men. King. Rebuke me not for that which you pro The virtue of your eye must break my oath.

(1) The tenor in music.
(2) The tooth of the horse-whale.

voke;

Prin. You nick-name virtue : vice you should

have spoke; For virtue's office never breaks men's troth. Now, by my maiden honour, yet as pure

As the unsullied lily, I protest,
A world of torments though I should endure,

I would not yield to be your house's guest
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vow'd with integrity.
King. O, you have liv'd in desolation here,

Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Prin. Not so, my lord; it is not so, I swear.

We have had pastimes here, and pleasant game; A mess of Russians left us but of late.

King. How, madam? Russians ?
Prin.

Ay, in truth, my lord ; Trim gallants, full of courtship, and of state.

Ros. Madam, speak true :- It is not so, my lord ; My lady (to the manner of the days,') In courtesy, gives undeserving praise. We four, indeed, confronted here with four In Russian habit: here they stay'd an hour, And talk'd apace; and in that hour, my lord, They did not bless us with one happy word. I dare not call them fools; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink. Biron. This jest' is dry to me-Fair, gentle

sweet, Your wit makes wise things foolish ; when we greet With eyes best seeing heaven's fiery eye, By light we lose light: Your capacity Is of that nature, that to your huge store Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. Ros. This proves you wise and rich, for in my

eye, Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty.

Ros. But that you take what doth to you belong; It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.

(1) After the fashion of the times.

ness sad?

Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
Ros. All the fool mine?
Biron.

I cannot give you less. Ros. Which of the visors was it, that you wore? Biron. Where? when? what visor? why de

mand you this ? Ros. There, then, that visor; that superfluous case, That hid the worse, and show'd the better face. King. We are descried : they'll mock us now

downright. Dum. Let us confess, and turn it to a jest. Prin. Amaz’d, my lord? Why looks your highRos. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why

look you pale ? Sea-sick, I think, coming from Muscovy. Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for

perjury. Can any face of brass hold longer out?Here stand Í, lady; dart thy skill at me;

Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance ;

Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit; And I will wish thee never more to dance,

Nor never more in Russian habit wait. 0! never will I trust to speeches penn'd,

Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Nor never come in visor to my friend;

Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song: Taffata phrases, silken terms precise,

Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical ; these summer-flies

Have blown me full of maggot ostentation :
I do forswear them: and I here protest,
By this white glove, ( how white the hand,

God knows!)
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd
In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes :

(1) Mistress.

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And, to begin, wench,-So God help me, la
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Ros. Sans sans, I pray you.
Biron.

Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage :-bear with me, I am sick ;
I'll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see ;-
Write, Lord have mercy on us, on those three ;
They are infected, in their hearts it lies;
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes:
These lords are visited; you are not free,
For the Lord's tokens on you do I see.
Prin. No, they are free, that gave these tokens

to us.
Biron. Our states are forfeit, seek not to un-

do us.

Ros. It is not so; For how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
Biron. Peace; for I will not have to do with you.
Ros. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
Biron. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at 'an

end.
King. Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude

transgression Some fair excuse. Prin.

The fairest is confession.
Were you not here, but even now, disguis'd ?

King. Madam, I was.
Prin.

And were you well advis'd?
King. I was, fair madam.
Prin.

When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady's ear?

King. That more than all the world I did res
Prin. When she shall challenge this, you will

reject her.
King. Upon mine honour, no.
Prin.

Peace, peace, forbear;
Your oath once broke, you forcel not to forswear.

(1) Make no difficulty.

pect her.

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